The Fiery Cross

Blueberry Bridies for Canada Day

Blueberry Bridies for Canada Day

“But if Hamish mac Callum still lives…” Jamie had not taken his hand from Roger’s shoulder, and at this it squeezed tight.  “That’s news to gladden the heart, no?”  He smiled at Roger, with such obvious joy that Roger felt an unexpected grin break out on his own face in answer.

“Aye,” he said, the weight on his heart lightening.  “Aye, it is!”   The fact that he would not know Hamish mac Callum MacKenzie from a hole in the ground was unimportant; the man was indeed kin to him – blood kin – and that was a glad thought.

“Where have they gone, then?  Jamie demanded, dropping his hand.  “Hamish and his followers?”

To Acadia – to Canada, the Bugs agreed.  To Nova Scotia?  To Maine?  No – to an island, they decided, after a convoluted conference.  Or was it perhaps-

Jemmy interrupted the proceedings with a yowl indicating imminent starvation, and Mrs. Bug started as though poked with a stick.”

Diana Gabaldon, The Fiery Cross (Chapter 8 – The Factor)

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Cherry Bounce 2013

Cherry Bounce 2013

It’s that time of year again!  Are you ready to get your Cherry Bounce on?  We had dozens join in the fun last year, and I’m pretty sure we all loved the Bounce — it was sweet, boozy and delicious — without too much of the cough syrup taste that many of us feared.

Join us!  All you need is a pound of cherries, the hoochiest bottle of booze you can find (we had Vodka, Brandy, Everclear and a few other versions in addition to whisky last year — all with rave reviews!)

You’ll find the recipe in my post from last year:  The Great Cherry Bounce Experiment.  Come on, you know you want to…

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Mrs. Bug’s Buttermilk Drop Biscuits from The Fiery Cross

Mrs. Bug’s Buttermilk Drop Biscuits from The Fiery Cross

IT SEEMED RATHER  a long time before Jamie reappeared, though the indignant cries of the searchers had been quickly stilled.  If Jamie had got his bum smacked, Roger thought cynically, he appeared to have enjoyed it.  A slight flush showed on the high cheekbones, and he wore a faint but definite air of satisfaction.

This was explained at once, though, when Jamie produced a small bundle from inside his shirt and unwrapped a linen towel, revealing half a dozen fresh biscuits, still warm, and dripping with melted butter and honey.

“I think perhaps Mrs. Bug meant them for the quilting circle,” he said, distributing the booty.  “But here was plenty of batter left in the bowl; I doubt they’ll be missed.”

Diana Gabaldon, The Fiery Cross (Chapter 108 – Tulach Ard)

 

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Handmade for the Holidays – Outlander Kitchen’s 2nd Annual Christmas Wish List

Handmade for the Holidays – Outlander Kitchen’s 2nd Annual Christmas Wish List

Catholic as many of them were — and nominally christian as they all were – Highland Scots regarded Christmas primarily as a religious observance, rather than a major festive occasion.  Lacking priest or minister, the day was spent much like a Sunday, though with a particularly lavish meal to mark the occasion, and the exchange of small gifts.  My own gift from Jamie had been the wooden ladle I was presently using, its handle carved with the image of a mint leaf; I had given him a new shirt with a ruffle at the throat for ceremonial occasions, his old one having worn quite away at the seams.

Diana Gabaldon, The Fiery Cross (Chapter 34 – Charms)

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Battlefield Blackberry Jam from The Fiery Cross

Battlefield Blackberry Jam from The Fiery Cross

Jamie and the Governor, shaken out of their nose to nose confrontation, had also retired to the shadows; I could see them, two stiff shadows, one tall and one shorter, standing close together.  The element of danger had gone out of their tête-a-tête, though; I could see Jamie’s head bent slightly toward Tryon’s shadow, listening.

“… brought food,” Phoebe Sherston was telling me, her round face pink with excited self-importance.  “Fresh bread, and butter, and some blackberry jam and cold chicken and…”

“Food!”  I said, abruptly reminded of the parcel I held under my arm.  “Do pardon me!” I gave her a quick, bright smile, and ducked away, leaving her open-mouthed in front of the tent.

Diana Gabaldon, The Fiery Cross (Chapter 72 – Tinder and Char)

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